I read brewing books at work when I can sneak it in (HBT is blocked). While I'm walking around with my book I keep an official looking folder on top and walk briskly so it looks like I'm headed somewhere with important doc's in hand.
Ok, major fail. As a result of me doing snow removal, I seem to be prone to lossing track of what day it is. I have been waiting for an hour for it to open and was getting quite pissed that they where so late. And then I realized it's Sunday and they don't open for another half hour
when you think of a hangover as an accomplishment from drinking home brew... haha.
but in all seriousness... i knew it got bad when i started losing my storage room...
damn. keep pushing it. do nice things for the wifey. tell her you'll let her paint the bedroom some awful color that she loves and you hate. there has to be a compromise somewhere. you can do it.